MY LOVE

Geniuses of countless nations
 Have told their stories for generations
Till all the memorable songs 
Have become like the clatter of thongs
But here is the thing
In the dawn
He had me own
Not only the smallest flower
But even the toppest tower!

I sing of a love, I write of a love,
That if you have
Every aged phrase, 
Every alleged phase,
Becomes new,
And there are moments when it seems
I got attached to one of Shakespeare's dreams!

God bless!